“Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it.”
― Maya Angelou
Apple cider vinegar.
On October 16, 2020, I finally unlocked the perfect image of what I want to look like.
I have successfully transformed my body into a work of art; I am art in motion.
Living is supposed to be enjoyed. So why can't your death be that?
I've never been one for funerals. I remember attending my great grandfather's burial when I was 9 years old. My entire extended family was present, and we all wore something known in my Yoruba culture as 'aso ebi' which loosely translates to the 'family clothing'. It is usually the same fabric and colour, but everyone's attire is styled differently. I haven't been to one since and I'd really love to not have to.
Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion released a song almost a month ago called WAP; Wet Ass Pussy and the world of men went into chaos.
For someone who is a huge advocate of therapy, I have avoided it for years and it hypocritical really, but I finally did it, and this is why.
I was just thinking about my birthday, and honestly, the best part of the day was having him celebrate with me. A couple of weeks after May 9th when he had come over, I had begun to accept that things were over between us and making conscious steps towards healing. I remember being in the kitchen daydreaming about him being with me on my birthday, and as things would turn out, he did end up being here.